The Tale of The Lightbulb

"I am supreme!" proclaimed the lightbulb. "I illuminate the world! Electricity itself serves me and empowers me to shine. What is the world without me? Nothing but eternal darkness! I'm the world's adornment!"

"Oh, what's this?"  — The lightbulb jolted awake.
"Someone turned off the light… Oh, I must have just dozed off a little. Who had the audacity to dim my glow? What dark forces dared to interfere with my radiance?"

The lightbulb sank into deep contemplation "No, most likely, they serve me too. Yes. If I am supreme they  must be my servants too."

The lightbulb gloried in its' own brilliance for so long that, at last, it could not bear the heat of its' own vanity — and burned out.
A new one was screwed into its' place. However The Lightbulb never got to find out about that.

The current continued flowing. It never ceased. It coursed through the wires, lighting a bulb after a bulb. It made no demands, it made no claims of supremacy. It simply flowed, holding within itself the boundless potential to bring light into the world.

Marina Bogdanova-Vul

Translation of Ellora Bogdanova